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T HROUGH the silence of earth’s shadows, 
God seeks our souls to rest— 

Pointing through each hour of darkness, 

His own Fount of love to bless. 

To attune our hearts to music, 

That is higher than earth’s spheres, 

To enrich our hours of gladness, 

By His lessons taught through tears. 

Grieve not then, o’er shattered castles, 

Fear not then, though earth’s storms daze, 

Keep Hope’s torch forever burning, 

Look not back, but heavenward gaze! 


















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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 

AND 

OTHER POEMS 


Emphasizing Essential Elements of High Christian Character 

THROUGH 


Laving Examples 


Emma Talbott Cecil 

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BROADWAY PUBLISHING COMPANY 
NEW YORK—LONDON 
1913 








Copyright, 1913, 

BY 

Emma Talbott Cecil 


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D EDICATED to the dear ones whose 
names are here inscribed, because of 
the royal robes they wear, through the 
nearness of their walk with Jesus, and because 
His magic power of Love, as reflected through 
them, hath attuned the Harp strings of my 
heart, enabling me to sing “Songs in the 
Night,” of praises to our Heavenly King, and 
of the goodness and worth of those who have 
sought Him, and found Him! 



“NOT FOR OURSELVES, BUT FOR OTHERS !” 






































PREFACE. 


E VERY human being, some time in life, must taste of 
sorrow’s cup, and every heart know its own Geth- 
semane. As the way of the Cross in my own life, has 
led me to light, and most of my Poems herein bound, have 
been written either under deep shadow myself, or trying to 
comfort the sorrowing hearts of others, I have felt that no 
name I could give them would be so appropriate as “Songs 
In the Night.” 

Now, at the earnest request of my dear friends, I send 
them forth, trusting that all who read may lay aside criti¬ 
cism, remembering that they were written in the silence of 
the Midnight Watches, through sorrow’s path, only to soothe 
bleeding hearts, and to do “Honor to whom Honor is due.” 
In submitting them collectively, while, as Slason Thompson 
says, of his collection from “The Humbler Poets,” “They 
bear no royal stamp to show they came from the mint of 
poetic inspiration,” and many, perhaps, have irregular or 
halting metre, yet I trust, that my efforts to do honor to the 
noble gone before, and my desire to emphasize, through liv¬ 
ing examples, the essential elements of high Christian char¬ 
acter, will not prove in vain. 

All of my poems are expressions of my innermost soul’s 
keen appreciation, and deep sympathy, and I shall breathe 
over them anew, the prayer, that they may comfort others, 
and in some hour of gloom, point them, as God’s hand of 
Mercy hath so lovingly pointed me, the Silver Lining of 
Earth’s Clouds. 


Danville, Ky. 


E. T. C. 




































CONTENTS 


INDEX TO TITLES 

™,i . PAGE 

Through the Silence of Earth’s Shadows— Frontispiece. 

Trust—Prelude . 

Christmas Anthem . ig 

His Flowers on Life’s Way. 21 

White Robes . 23 

The Years That Are Told of a Life Beautiful. 24 

Love’s Message Through the Violets. 26 

Hearts of Gold. 27 

Song of Home . 28 

Prayer’s Gain . 29 

Sunshine . 30 

“Him That Overcometh” . 31 

Victory . 32 

A Mother’s Love . 33 

Life’s Compensations. 34 

God’s Gift of Love to Me. 36 

“Happy Valley” . 37 

Answered Prayer. 38 

A Heart Thou Hast Linked with Thine. 39 

“Where Our Treasures Are, There Will Our Hearts Be 

Also” . 40 

His Messenger to Me . 4 2 

Motherhood’s Reward, Through Manhood’s Triumph 43 

Sweet Sixteen. 45 

Pointing Ever to Power Divine. 46 

“Some Day We’ll Understand”. 47 

Standing Alone with Christ ... 48 


























PAGE 

Loyal Hearts. 5 ° 

Folded Hands. 5 1 

All’s Through Love’s Perfect Plan. 52 

Thy Faithful Pilot Will Reward. 53 

Helping Hands . 54 

Sure “The Rock” Was Cleft for Us. 55 

Through Sacrifice to Victory. 56 

A Mother’s Yearning. 57 

Naught Can E’er Divide. 59 

My Pearl. 60 

My Grandma There. 61 

Pressing Onward . 62 

His Hand Clasp Came Through Hers. 63 

A Tribute to Faithful Love. 65 

The Mission of the Black Mammy’s Song. 67 

Honor. 69 

Life’s Silver Cord Is Broken.70 

Woman’s Fidelity. 71 

Echoes of Childhood. 73 

Love’s Greeting Through the Rose. 74 

Gentleness. 75 

Lighting Christ’s Torches. 76 

Bravery Ever Wins. 77 

The Handmaid of the Lord. 78 

Transplanted . 79 

Anchored . 80 

True Courage Knows No Failure. 81 

A Wild Flower Greeting. 82 

Humility . 83 

The Tie of Prayer. 84 

Sent To Sweeten Childhood’s Life. 85 

Our Snow Flake. 86 

Easter Morn . 87 

Happiness . 88 




































PAGE 


Faith Perfected. 89 

The Love of Jesus. 90 

My Childhood’s Friend. 91 

Patience . 92 

Steps to the Sky. 93 

“God Bless You”. 95 

Love’s Tribute . 96 

Through the Distance . 98 

A Fount of Cheer. 99 

Birthday Greetings . 100 

Christian Energy . 101 

Friendship’s Hand That Tempered Our Storm. 102 

Chasing The Clouds That Gather. 103 

Unselfish Love . 104 

New Year’s Greeting . 106 

To Those Who Fill the Wanderer’s Cup. 107 

Love’s Song. 108 

Where Money Is God. 109 

Not For Ourselves But For Others. no 
































































































PRELUDE 


TRUST. 


O NOTHING sweeter comes to us, 

Than trust in a dear true friend, 

It bids us try once more in life, 

Faith, Hope and Love to blend— 

It bids us keep on our weaving, 

Though our shuttle be but weak, 

It bids us bind life’s broken threads, 

Because of this Faith so sweet! 

Trust means true Faith, through all that comes, 
Faith is its inspiration. 

Trust proves Faith’s test, in darkest hours, 
When Faith is life’s salvation! 

In the midst of dying embers, 

Trust bids us hope again— 

For what still can start our life springs, 

Like the Trust of a true friend? 

With Faith and Hope, Trust stays the heart, 
Making every effort bold, 

It shines as day star to the world. 

And solace to man’s soul— 

O, Trust inspires true Love always, 

Trust answers every call— 

For Trust is Love, and Love is God, 

And God is—All in All! 


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Christmas Anthem 











SONGS IN THE NIGHT 


CHRISTMAS ANTHEM. 


O H, CHRISTMAS! Blessed Christmas 
Let every heart and hand, 

Waft thy name and echo it. 
Forever o’er the land! 


Yes, shout of joy and gladness. 
Echoes of peace and love. 

Oh, tell to all when Jesus 
Came from Heaven above! 


Tell of the faithful shepherds’ 
Watch on the plains at night, 
When lo, the angels’ herald, 
Pointed to them the light! 


Repeat their chant of gladness, 
A Saviour for all men! 

Sin’s night is now illumined. 
By star of Bethlehem! 


Again we catch the echo, 

“Peace and goodwill to men!” 

And how it stills to silence, 

Earth’s hate, and wrath, since then! 


Tell how the wise men’s visit, 
(The first to know His birth,) 
Revealed the lowly manger, 

That held our Lord of earth. 


No crowns of gold or silver, 
No tinsel o’er His bed, 
Only the horned oxen, 

Were lingering to be fed 
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Picture the Holy Mother, 

The halo round Her head. 
Watching tenderly over, 

Her Christ-child’s humble bed. 

Oh, from this birth of Jesus, 
Earth’s Saviour, Heaven’s King, 
Came to us Blessed Christmas, 
With all the joy it brings! 


Came to our hearts the lesson 
Of sacrifice for sin. 

To teach unto all nations, 

In memory of Him. 


Read to all little children, 

His life so free from guile. 

Tell the beautiful story, 

Of how He lived and died. 

Picture the world’s sad chaos, 

Without His thorn-crowned Head, 
Worn for sin’s transgression— 

That we might claim our dead. 

This is the best of Christmas, 

This is the best of life, 

To point through all earth’s shadows, 
The Joy, that giveth Light. 


Sing praises to the Father, 

For this gift of love to men. 
Rear in each home an Altar, 
For His son of Bethlehem. 


Unite in sweetest carols, 

Shout glory to His name! 
All glory to the Christ-child! 
Forever on earth, Amen! 
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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 


HIS FLOWERS ON LIFE'S WAY. 


A Greeting To My Dear Cousins 
Mrs. Lucy W. Harding 

AND 

Miss Emma Weisiger, 
Danville, Ky. 


E ARTH is God’s beautiful garden, 

Where He prunes and trains His vines. 
Fitting each one for His vineyard, 
Through care of His love divine! 

His flowers bloom in earth’s valleys. 

Some on His steep mountain’s side. 

Others ’mid wild foaming waters. 

And some on His highways wide. 

Wherever we catch the fragrance, 

Of their perfume on the air, 

We may know, the One Great Master, 

Hath lent of His loving care! 

The delicate, shaded petals, 

Wonderful coloring of leaf, 

Are the sweet tones of His rainbow. 

Our lovely promise of peace. 

And so are our friends His flowers. 

The most beautiful and rare, 

To bloom ’midst earth’s sad chaos— 
Rendering His garden more fair. 

Each one has a separate mission. 

While all have His special care. 

Each one has a separate message, 

From His garden of love to bear. 

Some hearts are His morning glories. 

As they each day’s care divide, 

While some are His noontide blossoms. 
Scattering Love’s perfume wide. 

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Some bring His heart’s ease message— 
Casting peace o’er each day’s close, 
Some teach us trust, through darkness. 
As flowers fold at night in repose. 
Some show the strength of His sunflower, 
In blooming without earth’s care. 
Some, like His valley lilies— 

Though shadowed, give fragrance rare 
These two are His treasured flowers, 

’Mid His harbored blossoms fair. 
Blooming each day for their Master, 
Reflecting His love and care, 

Theirs is a holy mission— 

Wrought through His heart of love. 
Theirs is a sacred message— 

Sent from His home above, 

As giving to earth His heart’s ease, 

While pointing His rainbow fair, 
Casting His sunshine in darkness, 

And teaching to sad hearts prayer! 
Such fragrance shall be immortal, 

For there, can no earth frost fall. 

But sweeter make memories ever, 

Till our spirit’s last, great call! 


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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 


WHITE ROBES. 


Dedicated To My Dear Friends 
Rev. and Mrs. Henry Clay Garrison, 
E^mville, Ky. 


S ET apart for Thy work O Father, 

Thou hast given them white robes here, 
And with neither stain or blemish, 

Their titles to Heaven are clear, 

They meet both the high and the lowly, 

’Tis theirs to suffer with all— 

But while walking with Christ the Spotless, 
No canker of sin, can befall. 

For Him they search down in earth’s valleys. 
Trying the sin-stained to reach, 

Seeking ever to lift the fallen, 

In tones of but purified speech, 

While climbing both byways and highways. 
Lifting ever His banner of love, 

And waving it over earth’s pitfalls, 

They point Him, as rescue above. 

Teaching ever His touch for blind eyes, 

His cleansing for lepers always, 

Pointing all through love, to His healing, 
Hope’s given to brighten dark days. 

They lift from earth’s weary, heart burdens, 
They wipe from the mourning sad tears, 

For Christian grace, ever the sweetest, 

Is the grace, that can quiet fears. 

In teaching prayer’s help to all others. 

And a closer earth walk with Thee, 

They whisper, in accents holy— 

Through it they shall yet blessed be. 

O these “White Robes,” through Thy love given, 
Are proofs of Thy promises sure, 

While each walking on earth for Heaven, 

Their robes have washed white and pure! 
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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 

THE YEARS THAT ARE TOLD OF A LIFE 
BEAUTIFUL. 


A Greeting To My Dear Sister, On Her Eightieth Birthday 
Mrs. Fannie Barbee Talbott, 

Sharpsburg, Ky. 


B ACK to the home of her childhood. 

With its old stone walls of gray, 

Where hollyhocks bloomed, Columbine twined, 
And mocking birds sang their lay. 

There were scenes so sweet to memory. 

They are treasured in hearts to-day, 

Like perfume of Incense Holy, 

Can never be wafted away. 

There both the seed-time and harvest, 

Her milestones of life were laid, 

Her pledges so true to courage, 

Through prayers of childhood were made. 

There too, did her faithful Pilot, 

Clasp firmly His Pilgrim’s hand, 

To lead her through dismal forests, 

To test her o’er burning sand. 

Yet through the near years that followed, 

Came scenes, life’s conflict to still, 

Her joys, as both wife and mother, 

Were youth’s brightest hopes fulfilled; 

Till a night of sudden sorrow, 

Severed home’s golden chain, 

And the broken link of anguish, 

Bore a widow’s sad refrain. 

Life’s brightest joys were shadowed, 

With home’s earthly shepherd dead, 

But the needs of helpless children, 

Made strong both her heart and head. 

Alone on life’s boundless Ocean, 

Alone, ’mid the strife of life, 

She steered her storm-tossed vessel, 

With courage that knew no blight. 

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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 


As teacher of all things holy. 

This lesson like balm did fall, 

While in the school room of sorrow. 

Ye can grow divinely strong! 

And now that the years are drifting, 

Ever fraught with good for all. 

May their echoes to her children. 

Come to each as a sacred call, 

Pointing each onward to victory, 

May all hold the echo fast, 

Victory through our Blessed Lord— 

As long as the earth life last! 

O tender, loving Father, 

Whose promises hath said, 

Blessed are the faithful— 

They are the conquering dead! 

O Thou whose rainbow in the storm. 

Doth reach from shore to shore— 

Thou who art the same to-day— 

As Thy promises of yore! 

Give to this true heart a sunset. 

Flooded with radiance fair— 

At evening-time, may it be light, 

Because of a life so rare! 

And when her barque shall leave earth’s shore, 
To cross the narrow sea— 

Her trusted Pilot through earth’s storms, 
Anchor it safe—with THEE! 


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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 


LOVE'S MESSAGE THROUGH THE VIOLETS. 


In Loving Memory 

OF 

Miss Fannie Lewis Eady. 
December, 1912. 


F ROM our woodland’s laden air. 

We would bring our darling fair, 
Violet’s purest perfume sweet, 
Blooming ever at her feet. 

Modest Violet, lift your head, 

To our sacred honored dead, 

Fill the air with incense rare, 

Like her spirit, bright and fair. 

Tell her of our love, as sure, 

As her life was grand and pure. 

Tell her how our fond hearts glow. 
With love’s strength, as long ago. 
Breathe it through your fragrance sweet, 
Blooming ever at her feet. 

Waft it, as the breezes blow, 

O'er her grave beneath the snowl 


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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 

HEARTS OF GOLD. 


A Greeting To My Dear Friends 
Dr. and Mrs. E. V. Green, 
Martinsville, Indiana. 

T HERE are hearts, that from joy, grow reckless. 
And some, only grief can make strong; 

Yes many, whose harpstrings are silent, 

Till tuned, by the touch of Life’s storm! 

These two, are the true and the trusting, 

Whose trials but deepen their peace, 

As silently waiting The Father, 

To point them His hour of release. 

While still in the test of the conflict. 

And facing wild billows of grief. 

They list for the voice of the Master, 

To teach His sweet lessons of peace. 

And handing these cups of cold water. 

To hearts that are suffering each day, 

They keep in close touch with His garments, 

That healeth their wounds all the way! 

Thus health to each soul is given, 

With clearness of vision to see. 

All of our earth-pangs are sent us, 

To draw us still closer to Thee! 

O! sweet are the fruits of earth’s anguish. 

When hearts can reflect in this way. 

The beauties of thorough surrender. 

And add naught but joy to life’s lay! 

As clasping The cross together. 

These hearts that hath never known fear. 

May their lives, so deeply earnest. 

Still give to all others sweet cheer. 

Till their pathways of life are lengthened. 

And shall lead to the farther shore, 

Till their work, “In His Name” is ended. 

May their earth-lights go out no more! 

But lifted be now all sorrows— 

Oh, shadowed be no more years! 

May their faithfulness rewarded, 

Wipe soon from their eyes, all tears! 

And from “Glory unto Glory”— 

As Thy Love, doth earth’s dross refine. 

May these Hearts of Gold be overflown, 

With joys—from their Lord Divine! 

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SONG OF HOME. 

Dedicated To My Dear Sister 
Mrs. Mary A. Tomlinson, 
Kennelworth, Ill. 


With Sweet Memories of Our Old Kentucky Home. 

Qver mountain and over vale, 

We’ve roamed and often fought the gale. 

’Midst all our hopes, midst all our fears, 

’Midst all our joys, and all our tears, 

The sweetest song we’ve ever sung, 

The brightest spot in all our round. 

The dearest place we’ve ever found, 

Is Home—Sweet Home! 


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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 


PRAYER’S GAIN 


Through Faith Triumphant. 


To My Dear Friend on Her Ninety-second Birthday. 
Mrs. Mary Chalfant Thompson, 
Indianapolis, Ind. 


O HIDE our own griefs from all eyes, 



To doubt not God, when bright hope dies, 
To uphold all through sorrow’s flight, 

And murmur not, o’er vanished light, 

But keep such faith, throughout life’s flame, 
Though every effort seem in vain, 

To know He’ll bless, this is Prayer’s Gain! 


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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 


SUNSHINE. 


(The Reflection of God’s Love and Power) 


Dedicated To My Dear Sister 
Mrs. William Presley Talbott, 
Parsons, Kans. 


A QUESTION oft hath come to us, 

In our daily walk through life, 
What word above all other words. 
Has helped most through life’s strife? 
Oh, ponder this, each wanderer. 

Up your often rugged way. 

And ask your heart its answer true. 

What word soothes most to-day? 

O, what word expressing courage, 

Has e’er led you through life’s fight? 
What word has bade you hope once more, 
When hope was crushed by blight? 
What word reflecting power, calmed, 
When sad death pangs came to you ? 
What word cheered you onward still. 
Each tunnel you passed through? 

O, this dear life holds the answer, 

In help she’s given through smiles, 

And the sunshine e’er reflected, 

As she passed through desert wilds! 

In the joy she’s been to others, 

As their balance spring in life. 
Dispelling all gloom and darkness. 

As mother, child, and wife. 

O, ’tis sunshine that doth heal us, 

From each sting of cruel rod, 

'Tis sunshine soothes all earthly pangs, 
For sunshine’s the smile of God. 


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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 


“HIM THAT OVERCOMETH.” 


T O OVERCOME means many things, 

That just our daily life e’er brings, 
To these God gave His promise sweet, 
That His great love each weakness meet. 

To overcome, means give up pride, 

And in ^n humble path abide. 

To overcome, means silence keep. 

And bear all wrongs with patience sweet. 

To overcome, means never hate, 

But forgive all, though our hearts break. 

Oh, precious promise from God’s word, 

To all who hath His voice heard, 

There is no life His love won’t take, 

And right all wrongs for Jesus’ sake. 

You, who still linger on the brink, 

And do not from God’s fountain drink, 

Oh, lift your voice and to Him pray. 

That He’ll be with you day by day, 

List to the message of His word, 

If your soul seeks but ne’er hath heard, 

It’s “Hidden Manna” you will find, 

If you will from sin’s path resign. 

Another promise too—is this, 

That those who overcome find bliss. 

They walk with God, in temples fair, 

“Go no more out,” find safety there. 

A new name to them is given, 

Name through blood, from Christ’s side riven, 
His redeemed for ever more. 

This Name they’ll bear, from shore to shore! 


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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 


VICTORY. 


Dedicated To My Dear Cousins 
Rev. and Mrs. William Stanley, 
Burkesville, Ky. 


B RIGHT crowns are waiting over there, 
When your Pilot-call says come, 

For your dear hands bear golden sheaves, 
Waiting His reward, “well done!” 

Your ever guiding upward still, 

While sin’s links were weaving fast, 

A chain to bind lost souls below, 

Shall you victory reap at last! 

And through the varied fields of work, 

He has sent these passing years. 

Your faithfulness at every post, 

Shall bring you Heaven’s cheers— 

Your worth shall shine, in this high court, 

As you clasp again dear hands, 

Their voices will shout victory— 

O’er work through shadowed lands. 

Life’s toil all o’er, beyond earth’s vale, 

And both cups filled to brim. 

Each hand will palms of victory bear, 

As you Hallelujahs sing! 


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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 

A MOTHER’S LOVE. 


In Loving Memory Of My Own Dear Mother 
Mrs. Elizabeth Owsley Talbott, 

April, 1881. 


W HY so sad and lone you ask, 

When the sinking’s been so slow, 
Words can never, never tell, 

’Tis only the heart can know. 

Though her body was so feeble, 

Though we knew we could not save, 
Though for months she could but whisper, 
Yet the very breath we crave! 

There’s something in a Mother's Love, 
That gilds the darkest night— 

It loves us—yes, it loves us. 

Even before life is life. 

There’s something in a Mother’s voice, 
Almost akin to pain— 

As it sinks within our heart— 

And recalls our baby name. 

There’s something in her very touch, 

That she alone can give— 

Always gentle—tender, sweet, 

No matter the life we live. 

The one above all others. 

Who loves for ourselves alone, 

Only our God in Heaven, 

Such love hath ever shown. 

Do you ask then, oh, can you, 

Why so sad—and lone? 

The world in all its grandeur, 

Can never such love atone. 

But still while in such anguish, 

Our hearts are sorely riven, 

We do bow, our wills to God, 

And trust to meet in Heaven! 

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SONGS IN THE NIGHT 

LIFE’S COMPENSATIONS. 


To My Dear, True Friends 
Mrs. Annie Bloodgood Parker 
and 

Miss Mary F. Bloodgood, 
Strafford, Penna. 


O THE meetings and the partings, 
That are ours to count to-day! 
And our joys and sorrows blended. 
As the years have rolled away! 

We met, as wayside strangers— 

By Atlantic's mighty deep, 

And how our hearts do echo still, 

These memories fond and sweet— 

Then other footsteps followed ours, 

To each pleasure of our choice, 

And how we oft seem still to hear, 

The music of each voice— 

A winding way has come to us, 

And our pathways severed wide. 

But nothing wrought by drifting years, 
Could e’er our hearts divide. 

Though tidal waves have borne us down, 
Till each time seemed our last. 

Our ships have come to shore once more, 
As through God’s mercy cast. 

And as our barques do touch again. 

Each heart greeting heart once more. 
The beacon lights that shine to us, 

Seem from the farther shore— 

And vanished hands, and voices hushed, 
God lent to guide our way— 

Seem pointing now our storm-tossed hours, 
As paths to perfect day— 

While in our ears pour echoes sweet, 

As from His angels fair, 

That earthly sorrows hidden stores. 

Give compensations rare. 

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O had not life’s foaming billows, 

Drifted our barques face to face, 

We ne’er had claimed these friends as ours, 
Or known their Christian grace, 

We ne’er could had the blessing— 

Of such lives so pure and true, 

Or felt their power, through Christ-like love, 
To calm each storm that blew. 

We ne’er could catch the radiance— 

Of God’s image on their hearts. 

To heal each wound that pierces us, 

From others’ cruel darts— 

And now—oh, faithful Pilot! 

Through whose hand cometh all— 

Life’s ocean full of tidal waves. 

Each answering to Thy call— 

Teach us to trust, through darkness still. 

As keenly as through light— 

Waiting e’er Thy compensations. 

Wiping out each earthly blight, 

And through Thy same tender mercy, 
Stilling all our tempests past, 

May these dear lives, be anchored safe, 

And each crown with jewels cast! 


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GOD’S GIFT OF LOVE TO ME. 


A Valentine To My Dear Mother 
Mrs. Margaret St. Clair Cecil, 
New York City. 


O NLY one Mother, the world hath said— 

And to it with reverence, I bow my head. 
But lo, through His grace and Love Divine— 
He giveth another, to claim as mine! 

A heart that hath touched to understand, 

Whose true love hath followed through every land, 
One that hath suffered and watched alone, 

As Mother love broodeth o’er her own— 

Oh, wonderful grace, to grant me such bliss. 

As the Mother love, from a heart like this! 
Though not her own, yet to draw me so near, 

And weave her own ties, that hath held me dear. 
Such threads of pure gold, are not of earth— 

But wrought by the hand of Immortal birth. 

And given a heart He holdeth dear— 

To trace to the world a picture more clear, 

Of a life so noble, and thought so pure, 

Truest ties are woven of Heaven’s hue; 

Of a love that can soothe sad hearts to rest, 
Through sheltering care, like the own home nest, 

A heart that can suffer, and toil, and wait. 

For its own reward—at Heaven’s gate. 

Oh, this is my added joy on earth— 

God’s own gift of love, to my home and hearth! 
Following the flight of an Angel fair— 

That left a void in my own Mother’s chair, 

His pitying mercy stooped to fill, 

And gave me this Mother to love me still! 


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“HAPPY VALLEY.” 


Dedicated To My Dear Cousin 
Mrs. Benjamin P. McMaken, 
Danville, Ky. 


O H, NAME of all homes the dearest. 

Of Kentucky in our days, 

We greet you now from Ocean shore, 
With memories sweet always. 

And as we turn to bygone years, 

That filled our cups to brim, 

The image of a Mother fair, 

That knew no guile or sin. 

Comes to us, as dreams linger there, 
Blessing this dear home’s hearth, 

Stamping it o’er in many hearts, 

A happy home of earth. 

The Mother Love she gave to all, 

In each hour’s need of yore, 

Is pictured in this daughter’s life, 

Blessing each more and more. 

The same sweet joys she gathered there, 
Filling its halls with mirth, 

Are poured again with lavish hand, 

Giving new life to earth. 

Again the Love of God is first, 

Guarding pathways of sin, 

With tender care she points each out, 

That all true life begin. 

Its very walls seem echoing still, 

Dear voices of the past. 

Its lawns still show their touches rare. 

Whose beauties e’er shall last! 

Oh, dear old home, oh, valley sweet. 

We love thy very name! 

May still throughout the coming years. 

Your joys remain the same, 

And when all leave home’s Holy Shrine, 

To walk some darker vale, 

May “Happy Valley’s” lights of Truth, 

Shine o’er each life to save. 

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ANSWERED PRAYER. 


To Dear Father Cecil When He United With the Church 
Mr. James Granville Cecil, 

Danville, Ky. 

1881. 


W E GATHERED round the dear loved bed, 
With hearts rejoiced to tears, 

To catch the sweet—sweet whisper, 

That prayer had sought for years. 

We heard from his lips “I Trust Him,” 

Trust Him, who died for me, 

Yes, Him who stood ever pleading, 

And willed that I should see. 

Our hearts stood still for a moment, 

Lost in holiest praise— 

To see the noble crowned with all 
That human hope could crave. 

Then as the chain grew tighter, 

That bound our hearts with love, 

It’s every link shone brighter, 

And drew us to our God. 

He lifted the veil a moment, 

To show how every pain 
Was only given in mercy. 

But to make fast the chain. 

The very clouds seemed wafted, 

To let God’s glory shine, 

The pleading came to others, 

Its echo said, “Be Mine!” 

Another prayer was uttered, 

From lips so pure and true, 

Each in his heart felt rested, 

As bathed with Heaven’s dew. 

A kiss from each little angel, 

Closed us the scene of bliss, 

With trust that all would meet again, 

In another world than this! 

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A HEART THOU HAST LINKED WITH THINE. 


A Greeting To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. John E. Smith, 
Indianapolis, Ind. 


W HILE walking twixt earth and Heaven, 
An Angel to bless all the way. 
Treading earth’s footpaths of darkness, 
E’er trying to brighten each day, 

She stoopeth to lift earth’s fallen, 

Reaching always to help earth’s blind, 

And throwing to all His life line, 

She seeks ever the lost to find. 

Failing, no never in purpose, 

Oh, fainting, no never at heart! 

Brighter through each night of anguish, 
Stronger through each piercing dart. 

Whence came this shining of countenance? 

Whence came this faith ever pure? 

Out of earth’s sad tribulation, 

Made perfect through earth-suffering sure. 
Beauty of soul hath been given, 

As bright rays from His sunlit Throne, 

And joy from her prayers hath risen, 

Blessing ever some earthly home, 

Oh, mission of all the sweetest, 

God’s bounty of Love to find— 

And pouring as balm on sorrow, 

Through her heart close linked with Thine! 


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“WHERE OUR TREASURES ARE THERE WILL 
OUR HEARTS BE ALSO.” 


In Loving Memory Of My Own Dear Father 
Hon. Albert Gallatin Talbott. 
October 23, 1887. 


H IS life work done, 

The world the better for his having lived; 
A pure white crown upon his brow, 

He fell asleep in Jesus. 

Ah, how we loved him! 

We who knew him best! 

Well spring of joy, a fount of life to us. 

A heart whose love grew stronger, 

With the touch of age, 

Whose sunshine and whose warmth, 

Knew not cloud or wintry stage. 

Words can but fail us in our deepest grief, 

For our hearts are torn and bleeding. 

Yet though the way seem to us dark and desolate. 
It can but lead to light. 

For He who stilled the raging of the troubled sea, 
And hushed its waves, e’en to a Holy Peace, 

Holds out His hands to us, 

And whispers, “All is Well.” 

The grave o’er which we weep, 

Holds not the gem, 

Only the casket of a jewel rare lies there, 

The spirit form, the soul, the life we loved. 

Is far beyond, at rest, at home with God! 


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His deeds of love, the same sweet lessons 
Of our childhood’s years. 

Shall linger with us yet. 

The hand that led shall beckon from afar, 

And when from out life’s night, 

It leads us from our tears, 

To higher plains of truth and life. 

Oh, may we see the mercy, 

In each sorrow here, 

The taking of our joys, 

But to make Heaven dear! 

With fewer links to bind our hearts to earth, 

With Angel hands, to guide our pathway Thei c. 
Oh, may our lives reflect the light of his. 

And truer grow until eternal years, 

Then when we linger on the shores of time, 

And look far out upon the troubled sea, 

The beacon lights, that shine from homes divine, 
Will light our barks, they too, shall anchored be! 


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HIS MESSENGER TO ME. 


A Greeting To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. Edward Wilder Stuck y, 
Indianapolis, Ind. 


S TRUGGLING up life’s rugged pathway. 
With a heart all faint and sore, 

A gentle voice fell on my ears, 

And through it, love’s balm did pour! 
Whispering thy joys are mine, ever, 

Your treasures I’ve long held dear, 

But now, that thy heart is bleeding, 

His message is, “Hold thee near!” 

I heard this voice in my groping, 

I looked and listened well, 

As longing through life’s cloudburst— 

To tell whence, its sweet tones fell. 

When lo, I saw through the shadows, 

While faith was tested by fears, 

A messenger sweet from Heaven, 

He had sent to share my tears! 

With a heart so warm and tender, 

I needed no word to speak, 

But just to close my eyes in prayer, 

And her heart, each pang would meet. 

Oh, woman’s life, and woman’s love. 

Only thy pure soul can know, 

The gentleness at such an hour, 

That can touch to soothe life’s woe! 

The smiles you give, and the lights you throw, 
Across the wanderer’s way— 

Doth heal sad hearts and bind their wounds, 
Turning darkness into day! 

Sweet memories’ walls, are hanging now. 

Filled with bright pictures rare, 

Of tears you’ve dried, and lives you’ve blessed. 
By joining your heart throbs there! 

Keep still on thy mission, ever, 

Each sorrow by love refine, 

For she who soothes earth’s aching hearts, 

Is His messenger divine! 

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MOTHERHOOD’S REWARD THROUGH 
MANHOOD’S TRIUMPH. 


Birthday Greeting To My Dear Son 
Mr. James Granville Cecil, 
Melrose, Danville, Ky. 


H OW a woman’s life is broadened, 
When the mother fount is stirred, 
How each hour becomes illumined, 
Wiping out each pang that blurred! 
Holy thoughts come fast, supplanting 
All that seemed an empty dream, 
Partnership with God igniting, 

Torches that had given no gleam. 

Oh, the castles then created, 

O’er the hearth fire’s glowing coal, 

Oh, the hopes that loomed and bounded, 
Through my inmost Mother soul! 

Hopes for fruitage to my sowing, 

Hopes for joys without earth’s tears, 
Hopes his, childhood’s chosen Pilot, 

Lead him gently through life’s years. 

But this Pilot knew his powers 
Must be tested, to prove worth, 

Knew that sunshine without showers, 
Brought but drought, not fruit to earth. 
Sent him then both toil and trial, 

Strong appeals to manhood’s strength, 
That earth’s dross, thus fast consuming, 
Leave but purest gold at length. 

Manhood knows no surer moulding, 

For the ills that throng each day, 

Than this test, that God hath given, 

All along life’s stormy way. 

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Braving all with faithful effort, 

Courage new for every strife! 

Trusting not in earth, but Heaven, 
Noblest manhood crowns his life! 

Then with honor as his watchword, 

Ever true to holiest ties, 

His own home, his fairest castle, 

God hath blessed with richest prize, 
Weighed in truth, and not found wanting, 
Tested oft, and found pure gold, 
May this be the stamp of Heaven 
Blessing still as years unfold. 


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SWEET SIXTEEN, 


Birthday Greeting To My Dear Granddaughter 
Elizabeth Thomas Cecil, 

Danville, Ky. 


W ERE ever hours, more light, more gay, 

Than crowns this bright day’s dawning, 
That marks your sweet sixteenth birthday 
With rose tints of life’s morning? 

No sorrow lurks, no fears draw nigh, 

But happy moments swiftly fly. 

Hope’s light e’er cheering through each day 
Makes life joyous all the way. 

Sixteen sweet years of pure delight, 

Without earth’s stain, without blight. 

Thrice sixteen more, be yours the same. 

Without shadow, or heart pain! 

May your glad schoolgirl’s heart rebound. 

O’er home blessings you have found. 

May your life’s record, now so pure, 

Guard your footsteps safe and sure, 

May each dear Birthday your years hold, 

Find you safe within God’s fold! 

May truth’s sweet treasures in your heart. 

Bless the world, where e’er thou art! 


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POINTING EVER TO POWER DIVINE. 


Dedicated to 

Dr. O. S. Runnels, Indianapolis, 

AND 

Dr. E. V. Green, Martinsville, Indiana. 


T HESE master hands God gave the world, 
And back of them great minds. 

Filled with His richest treasures, 

For blessing of mankind. 

They deal with all as brothers. 

E’er seeking life to save, 

Rending sad veils of darkness— 

Making earth’s faint hearts brave. 

In a world so full of suffering, 

Where lives know chilling strife, 

Such nobleness enthroned at heart, 

Must bless all human life. 

And each has this crowning jewel, 

Shining to men afar— 

Working only for the Master, 

Strength sent through gates ajar. 

“Oh, prayer is the key that opens 
All realms of thought to me, 

Not human skill, but healings rare, 

He sends through me to thee!” 

These words their answers ever, 

To every grateful heart, 

Crowns them always, God’s chosen ones, 

For His work set apart. 

O, healing of earth’s bleeding hearts, 

The health of life, thou art, 

And this they bring, from God’s own hand, 
Bidding all blight depart. 

’Tis self, that’s hard to master here, 

But through each conquering mind, 

They both give glory always— 

To power that’s all Divine! 

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“SOME DAY WE’LL UNDERSTAND.” 


Dedicated To My Dear Sister 
Mrs. Mary Cecil Cantrill, 
Georgetown, Ky. 


I N REACHING from our inmost souls, 

To heal some loved heart’s woes. 
How often hath the “fowler’s snare,” 
Stamped with but earthly glows! 

Yet far behind, the mind of God, 

With vision clear and strong, 

Sees the intent and purposes, 

Of all His earthly throng! 

He marketh not our records here, 

By what the world can see, 

But stamps the worth of every life, 

By what it pleads to be! 

Some barques go gliding o’er life’s sea, 
Ne’er tossed on Ocean strand, 

And why we should wild billows know, 
“Some day we’ll understand!” 

We look not back o’er tempest past, 

But keeping our hearts true, 

And steering our barques onward still, 
Our moorings shall be sure. 

We cannot still the storms of life, 

For o’er us they must pour, 

Yet keeping trust in God always, 

They but refresh life’s shore! 

They’ve brought us blessings unawares, 
Making our sad hearts sing, 

They’ve brought us to our knees in prayer, 
Leading us to our King 
We murmur not, but with bright hope, 
Press still for Heaven’s land, 

There sorrow’s crown may shine with joys, 
Oh, then we’ll understand! 


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STANDING ALONE WITH CHRIST. 
(Through Faith, Hope, and Love) 
Closing Address 


To The King's Daughters at State Convention, 
Louisville, Ky. 


FAITH. 


A H, STANDING alone, our picture’s but fair, 
A beautiful child, by its Mother’s chair! 
The dear dimpled feet, can yet scarcely step, 
No pathways of sin, have they traced as yet. 

The heart has been pierced, but never by pain, 

The brow shows no trace of sorrow or stain. 
The hands so tiny, seem reaching in vain, 

The castles of air that float through the brain. 
How often Mother, looks down at the sight, 

And blesses her babe with fondest delight! 

The lips only coo, in tones like a dove, 

The whole face answers in dimples of love, 

Oh, is there in life a picture more fair, 

Than this one of Faith, we see by the chair? 
Though storms be ahead, dark clouds be adrift. 
The trust of the child now revels in bliss. 

The future’s untried, the world yet unknown, 

But Faith in its heart, makes it stand alone! 

HOPE. 


Some years have gone by, some lessons been learned, 
Life’s book been opened, some pages been turned. 
Baby, so loving, so trustful, so sweet, 

Stands at the portals of girlhood to meet, 

New scenes, new fancies, new joys and new fears. 
Mysteries of childhood, revealed by the years. 
Though venture often encircles her feet, 

She waits in silence, some pilot to meet. 

Bright hopes enkindle, their visions are sweet. 
Roused by the heroes, that fall at her feet. 

The world’s all beauty, its sorrows seem gone, 

She clasps but castles, claiming all her own, 

She looketh not back, she feareth no day, 

Hope sees only lights, and joys all the way. 










SONGS IN THE NIGHT 

LOVE. 


Again the years pass, there dawns a new day. 

Another book’s ended, and folded away. 

Pages show tear stains, and some are but fair, 

Some tell of sorrow, a few of no care. 

Life’s lessons are learned, its secrets now lay 
Heaped up as treasures, the whole life to stay. 

Held dear in the heart, to guard against sin, 

Shown too, to the world, its wayward to win. 

Childhood so hopeful, so bright and so gay. 

Shines now in womanhood’s glory to-day. 

At feet of her Saviour, One ever true, 

With message of Faith, she beckons to you, 

To tell you that life was never so sweet. 

As standing alone at the Master’s feet. 

It’s here that life’s sorrows can pierce no more. 

It is here she trusts, as in childhood of yore. 

Though standing alone by her graves so dear, 

While all youth’s heroes are perishing here, 

Though her fair castles are now in decay, 

And in mounds of earth are heaped away, 

A halo of peace, surroundeth each tomb, 

A rainbow of trust, that knoweth no gloom, 

Spans now all her earth, spans now all her sky. 

Encircling with Love, that never can die. 

Love for her Saviour, through all that life brings, 

Love too for mankind, forever she sings. 

Love that can trust Him, and serves Him yet more, 

By taking the Cross, His love bore before, 

Love that doth cheer hearts, and comfort and bless, 
Teaching the w T eary, to lean on His breast. 

Thus covering shadow, forever with flowers, 

By clinging to Faith, and Hope, through all hours, 

She stands now alone, triumphant and fair. 

Looking above for guidance and care— 

She feareth no shipwreck, by night or day, 

She asketh no pilot, to point the way. 

For close to The “Rock of Ages” she stands, 

He guideth her feet, He holdeth her hands. 

’Tis Faith, Hope, and Love that now ever bloom, 

In “Life hid with Christ,” away from all gloom, 

She gives to the world, its joys and its fame, 

She stands now with Christ, and works “In His Name.* 

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LOYAL HEARTS. 


Dedicated To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. Julia Fry Smith, 
Chattanooga, Tenn. 


T HERE are hearts through life so united, 
No measure of space can divide. 

There are friendships on earth so loyal. 
Love lingers, whatever betide, 

Our founts of pure love, in God’s keeping, 

Are sealed by our Maker divine, 

That when from life’s wanderings oft resting. 
We may drink sweet draughts at their shrine. 
True heart, ’mid this world’s tribulations, 

My comfort through distance always, 

Our life paths so drifting, still drifting, 

May touch as He lengthens our days, 

And the evening of life bring music, 

That shall still all sad echoes past, 

Brimming up our cups to o’erflowing. 

With only sweet memories at last, 

And then may the stamp of the reaper. 

Be ours, as we enter God’s fold; 

Hearts tested, ’mid sunshine and tempest. 

And marked, loyal hearts of pure gold! 


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FOLDED HANDS. 


Written Over The Casket of My Beloved Lifetime Friend 
Miss Alice Barbee. 

I905- 


F OLDED hands, yet oh, the memory, 
Of the lessons they have taught, 
Ever working, never resting, 

When for others good she wrought. 

Not for self, she labored daily, 

Not for self, earth’s laurels sought, 

But for others, crushed and bleeding, 

She the bravest battles fought! 

Folded hands, oh, let us ever, 

Treasure, teach their deeds of love. 
That the little ones she guided, 

Safely follow her above. 

Silent lips, yet, oh, the language! 

Spoken lest our hearts should break, 
Whispering ever words of comfort, 

For our blessed Master’s sake. 

Can we e’er forget their message, 

Can we e’er forget their smile? 

No, though all of earth seem shadowed, 
Clouds must drift, with memory’s tide. 

Bowed beneath the cross of suffering, 
Shone this spirit bright and fair, 

Now since freed from earthly thraldom. 
What must be its triumphs there? 

Oh, strong tower, to earth’s weary, 

Oh, sweet shelter to its poor! 

Still keep whispering to your dear ones. 
Still keep guardian at their door! 

Anchored loved one, watch us ever, 

As on earth, in days of yore! 

Ever helping, ever strengthening, 

Till we meet on yonder shore! 

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ALL’S THROUGH LOVE’S PERFECT PLAN. 


Dedicated To My Dear Friends 
Mrs. John A. Huguely 
and 

Mrs. Boyle O. Rodes, 
Danville, Ky. 


S OME days so sweet, I can recall, 

Some hours so frought with pain. 
They tremble in mind’s balance— 

As which to count as gain. 

Is joy, or sorrow best for us? 

Is light or shade life’s school? 

Oh, which in yonder Heaven— 

Will prove our sweetest boon? 

We cannot see, earth’s eyes are blind. 
We cannot lift life’s veil, 

But this the light of faith doth show. 
Naught in God’s hand can fail! 

Then if life’s pages tell of tears, 

Of sorrow, or of loss, 

Oh, may we note all golden hours, 
That brought us to The Cross, 

Where hearts are tuned to music 
Of higher, holier spheres, 

Whose sweet echo brings no sadness. 
Though weary seem life’s years. 

Oh, you who have heard this echo, 

And show His peace through all. 

You who walk ever nearest— 

As life’s deep shadows fall, 

No matter what time brings to us. 

Let’s trust all as God’s plan, 

If we are His, and He is ours. 

All’s from His loving hand! 


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THY FAITHFUL PILOT WILL REWARD. 


Birthday Letter To My Dear Daughter, 
Mrs. Anthony A. Anheier. 
Danville, Ky. 


T HERE is light heyond all cloud drifts, 
There is balm for every pain. 

“He chasteneth whom He loveth”— 
But His power doth raise again! 

Though life’s path be often rugged, 

Though thy feet be pierced by thorns, 

You who’ve kept beside thy Pilot, 

Seeking guidance through earth’s storms, 
He hath seen thy faithful efforts, 

He hath heard thy pleading strong, 

He will bless thy noble courage, 

And will shelter through each storm! 
Tender Mother, faithful guardian 
Of each soul, thy home doth hold, 

He has known the seed you’ve scattered, 

To bring lambs within His fold. 

Watching too your hours of anguish, 

He hath suffered each heart pain, 

He has been your inspiration, 

Bringing smiles through tears again. 
Trusting then through light and shadow, 
Every step of Life’s dark maze, 

With thy hand in His forever, 

Let no cloud dim hope’s bright rays. 

Then, brave, noble-hearted Mother, 

When thy work on earth is done, 

He’ll reveal the silver lining, 

And the crown through clouds you’ve won. 


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HELPING HANDS. 


A Birthday Greeting To My Dear Little Granddaughter 
Dorothy Worthington DeLong, 

Danville, Ky. 

I9I3- 


O H, HOW deep to me the meaning, 

Of this child life in our path* 

Oh, how sweet her magic touches. 
And the ripples of her laugh! 

Oh, how pure her fount of love is, 

Blessing all from morn till noon, 
Brightening too, the twilight shadows. 
Keeping every heart in tune! 

Loving help from gentle fingers. 

With no thought of guile or gain, 

How it brings new joy to heart throbs, 
Making life not all in vain! 

Love that comes through smiles so tender. 
Leaves in eyes, bright sunbeams rare, 
Guiding often pathways wayward, 

To the realms where angels are, 

Every child life has its mission, 

Some sweet song its heart e’er sings, 
Helping hands and smiles to brighten, 

This the message her life brings. 

Every home must have its Angel, 

To forgive and to forget, 

May these loving hands, God-given, 

Lead us all to Heaven yet. 


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SURE “THE ROCK” WAS CLEFT FOR US. 


Greeting To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. Dessie Campbell Barclay, 
Bethany, West Va. 


O H, THE solace she did bring, 

The first heart that e’er did sing, 
“Rock of Ages cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in Thee!” 

How it still to us doth pour, 

Holy whispers o’er and o’er! 

How the depths of anguish still, 

Through its power sad hearts fill! 
Faithful heart, by sorrow blest, 

You who lean on Jesus’ breast, 

You who in His bosom hide, 

Whate’er shadow doth abide, 

Of “The Rock,” then, let us sing. 

For what blessings it doth bring! 
Sure “The Rock” was cleft for us, 

Or we’d reap no solace thus! 

Hiding us from all earth’s care. 

With sweet peace it fills the air. 

May peace echoes, soft and low, 
Follow you where’er you go, 

May they ever linger sweet, 

Till we meet at Jesus’ feet! 


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THROUGH SACRIFICE TO VICTORY. 

Birthday Greeting To My Son-in-Law 
Capt. Anthony A. Anheier, 
Danville, Ky. 


C ALLED in youth to fight earth’s battles. 
Soothe the pangs of other hearts, 
This the path he’s walked forever, 
Healing wounds from other darts. 

Bearing burdens up life’s highway. 

Leading all to holier heights, 

Where temptation’s luring visions. 

Fail to mar true lives with blight. 
Sacrificing self for others. 

Though it oft bring bitter loss. 

His the life for God reflecting, 

A true soldier of the Cross. 

How life’s arrows round him darted. 

And the scars through battles wrought. 
But this heart, by fire molded, 

Shows the man that God hath wrought! 
This, a mightier work than sages’, 

Work, that lives through ages pass. 

Worth that stamps him conqueror ever. 

Long as earth fires here shall last. 


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A MOTHER’S YEARNING. 


In Loving Memory Of My Angel Babe 
Albert Talbott Cecil. 

July 18, 1880. 


UST one year ago to-day. 



Since my birdling took his flight, 


Far in the realms of Heaven, 
He is there, though out of sight. 

Methinks I hear him calling. 

As his look would often do, 

Saying, “I’m waiting Mother, 

I am waiting here for you!” 

And oft ’midst care and sorrow. 
And sore, oppressed by sin, 

I raise my eyes to darling, 

And whisper—let me in! 

Take me, oh, take me, with you, 
Let me hold you on my breast! 

There—that Heaven’s music, 

May soothe my heart to rest. 

No, no, the Heavens echo. 

It is not thine to say, 

But when this life is ended 
He is there to point the way. 

Not only this it tells me, 

But oft in a whisper low, 

I seem to catch the accents, 
“You’ve a mission here below.” 


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You who have had an Angel, 

And called it all your own, 

Must tell of God who gave it. 

Of Him who called it home. 

Many, many, are waiting. 

All around the empty chair, 

Are waiting, looking, yearning, 

To be led by you up there. 

Father, brother, and sister, 

Are all as yet on earth— 

Then linger longer, Mother, 

That each spirit know new birth. 

O, wait and see the wisdom, 

In our Father’s love for thee, 

He’s taken one before you, 

That you might bring Him three. 

If this be Heaven’s reason, 

For my Angel’s call above. 

I’ll waft the song thrice over, 

Of Jesus—and His love. 

If this the end of sorrow, 

If this be the lesson taught. 

It soothes my stricken bosom, 

And I’ll never murmur aught! 


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NAUGHT CAN E’ER DIVIDE. 


Greeting To My Dear Cousins 
Mrs. Maria Logan 
and 

Mrs. Maggie Logan Jackman, 
Louisville, Ky. 


T RUE love shall bind our hearts always, 
Though time and space divide, 

When true hearts touch with perfect trust, 
No doubt can e’er abide. 

My path goes onward full of care, 

Not leading now your way, 

But, oh, what joy still cheers me on. 

You two, to trust each day. 

It casts a halo o’er the night. 

And gives storm rainbows fair, 

To know that there are hearts on earth, 

As true as Angels are! 

To know the dear hands we have held. 

When heart throbs were so low, 

Are yet our own to bless us still, 

And make our hearth fires glow. 

Oh, naught can e’er divide true hearts 
Though even death may sever, 

Our hearts will know who loved us so, 

Shall still be ours forever! 


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MY PEARL. 

Birthday Greeting To My Dear Daughter 
Mrs. Margaret Cecil Embry, Danville, Ky 


H OW my heart did thrill with gladness, 
O’er this joy to bless my home! 
Oh, how sweet was Heaven’s message, 
Told to Mother’s heart alone. 

Gentle touches, words so tender, 

Comfort, after bitter loss, 

Sweetest memories awakened, 

Helping me to bear my cross. 

Heart throbs from my own ignited, 

Pulses from my own caught stroke, 

How I prayed that God would help me, 
Watch each earth cloud as it broke! 

How I strove her path to shelter, 

Shield her life from every ill. 

How I prayed that Heaven’s wisdom. 

Teach me how each hour to fill! 
Childhood’s steps were safely guarded, 
Girlhood’s dream was pictured fair, 

But ’tis womanhood that brings me, 

Joy of heart, o’er blessing rare. 

Drooping never ’mid earth’s shadows, 
Sunshine ever through its showers, 

Brave for each and every conflict, 

Scattering o’er life’s path sweet flowers. 
Oh, my Pearl from Heaven sent me, 

Oh, rich treasure from God’s hand, 

She, my joy up rugged pathways, 

She, my comfort in each land, 

Her’s the triumph o’er earth’s heartaches, 
Her’s the triumph o’er each blight, 
Climbing ever onward, upward, 

Through God’s power to holier heights. 
Child of prayer, may thy true mission, 

Ever be to cheer some heart, 

Leading each from gloom to sunshine 
Through your own life’s noble part, 

Help her Father, guide her ever, 

With Thy strength, she cannot fail. 

Keep her trust in Thee forever, 

As she walks through earth’s dark vale! 
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MY GRANDMA THERE! 


My Daily Greeting From Our Little Man 

. °f 

Five Bright Summers 
Wallace Embry. 


M Y GRANDMA loves me all the day. 
No matter if I cry or play, 

She is my help when good or bad. 
She is the one makes my heart glad. 
When time to sleep she to me sings, 

And tells me how the sleigh bell rings, 
When good old Santa comes to me, 

And brings me a bright Christmas tree. 

Oh, how I love my grandma there! 

As she kneels down to teach me prayer. 
She’s growing old, and her head’s gray, 

But how she loves me every day! 

I’m “Little Man,” but it won’t last, 

I’m growing to a “Big Man” fast; 

Then how I’ll bless sweet Mother fair, 
And I’ll take care of Grandma there! 


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PRESSING ONWARD. 


A New Year’s Greeting 
to 

My Dear Friend 
Mrs. Kate Greenleaf Locke, 
Sea Cliff, Long Island. 


L AST night’s sweet chime of holy bells, 
Seems ringing in my heart, 

A new year is before us now. 

And new life we must start. 

If tear stains marred old pages. 

Divine Love will erase, 

Helping us fill new pages now, 

With deeds of loving grace. 

Nearer, yet nearer, let us sing, 

Though it mean still a cross, 

Walking with God through every fire. 

He will consume earth’s dross. 

Let’s veil with peace all shadows past. 

Trust our gracious Giver, 

To lead us on to His high planes, 

Where blights be ours never. 

May we not count the year’s dear Friend, 
But with courageous heart, 

Sealing each hour with new resolve. 

Press onward to the mark. 


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HIS HAND CLASP CAME THROUGH HERS. 

To My True Friend 
Mrs. Martha Sparks, 

Kansas City, Mo. 


After Our Meeting At The Great National Convention 
Of The Disciples Of Christ. 

Louisville, Ky. 

October, 1912. 


W E MET by chance on Life’s highway, 
Each reaching for our King, 
Eager to catch some message swift, 
That could us nearer bring, 

And as we passed each other, 

So free from all disguise, 

His Love did make our hands to clasp, 
And each heart open wide. 

A trust did spring so quickly— 

Born of this first handclasp, 

Our hearts did beat in unison, 

With eagerness to grasp 
The meaning of each deeper thought, 

From whate’er source it came, 

Teaching how to throw the life line 
To all in Jesus’ name. 

Both eager to catch each sunbeam, 

From hearts on fire with love. 

To lift the fallen, cheer the faint, 

And point to Heaven above. 

God’s love doth bless all hungry hearts, 
God’s love doth bless the meek, 

And all who thirst for righteousness, 

While kneeling at His feet. 


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So through our twilight worship— 

And through our sunrise praise, 

My heart did plead God’s guiding power, 

My humble life to raise, 

To higher planes of usefulness; 

Light divine be given, 

To keep faith steadfast on my way, 
Through earth’s sad path to Heaven! 
When lo, I caught the radiance— 

Of this dear one by my side, 

A comforter His Love had sent, 

Whatever may betide, 

And the glory of His sunbeams, 

I prayed would fall my way, 

Were shining through this new-found friend. 
As from Celestial ray, 

And through it I read quickly— 

This answered prayer of mine, 

My friend was my uplifting strength. 
Through power of Love divine! 

He comes to us through earthly friends, 

His handclasp comes through theirs, 
Sending new light to guide our feet, 

New joy through answered prayers. 


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A TRIBUTE TO FAITHFUL LOVE. 


Written For The Golden Wedding 

OF 

Mr. and Mrs. John J. Craig. 
December 18, 1905. 

Danville, Ky. 


T WO paths met in the long ago. 

Two voices then were blended. 

True vows were said, two hearts were wed. 
Sweet prayers from lips ascended. 

A castle fair, with beauties rare. 

From fairy land descended, 

A lovely bride was sheltered there. 

By noble groom attended. 

High hopes did rise on ebbing tides, 

That knew no bounds or limit. 

For all was fair, no shadows there. 

Until life’s clouds should dim it. 

But as to every earthly home. 

Some sorrow comes to sadden, 

So, too, their years did come and go, 

A few with naught to gladden. 

Life’s shadows fall alike to all, 

Some loves beneath them weaken, 

While these did to their Pilot cling, 

And trust could ne’er be shaken. 

No matter how life’s stormy waves, 

Came fraught with foaming billows, 

True faith was there, with fostering care, 

It still made downy pillows. 


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Thus, too, the anchor hope was cast, 

And held this home an Eden, 

To shelter all earth’s weary ones, 

And rest her heavy laden. 

Three pledges of true love were left, 

As flowers their home adorning, 

To shed forever o’er earth’s path. 

The radiance of life’s morning. 

And now though fifty years have passed, 

As life’s deep shadows lengthen, 

Sweet memories of faithful lives, 

Still fill their hearts and strengthen. 

Dear golden days, oh, never pass! 

May naught these true hearts sever, 

Until their crowns of gold are cast, 

Love bless this home forever! 

Oh, Faith, and Hope, and Love Divine, 
Best boons to mortals given, 

God grant they dwell in every home, 

And make all types of Heaven! 


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THE MISSION OF THE BLACK MAMMY’S SONG. 


To Miss Nancy Barbee, Southern Dialect Reader. 
After Reciting “When Malindy Sings” 


T O HER it hath been given, 

To list to songs of rest, 

Sung through her happy childhood. 
On old Black Mammy’s breast. 

To her, too, it was given, 

Interpretation fine, 

As words came from the singer, 

In tones almost divine. 

T’was this that tuned her heart strings. 
And gave the listening ear, 

To Malindy’s sweet voice singing, 

Those Dunbar songs so clear. 

It’s still the far-off echo, 

Of old Black Mammy’s song, 

That gives this voice sweet pathos. 

To move a listening throng. 

The accents whispered gently, 

And tender touch of care, 

From heart beats so unselfish, 

Had left its impress there. 


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While through a world of anguish, 

A pathway sad and lone, 

God gave a vision radiant, 

To tell to hearts of stone. 

The beauty of the lesson, 

Of humble serving lives. 

The peace that never cometh, 

Till selfish striving dies. 

O Mammy of the long ago! 

O dear old wrinkled hands! 

Your voice still thrills, your hands touch, 
When told to other lands! 

Malindy, oh, Malindy! 

If you could hear the ring, 

That comes when e’er she pictures 
“Malindy, when she Sings.” 

Again you stop the song birds, 

Again reach angel ears, 

As your mission to this earth, 

She echoes through the years! 


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HONOR. 


Greeting To My Niece 
Mrs. Frank Allen, 
Sharpsburg, Ky. 


O H, WHAT a priceless gift to earth, 
When honor’s held so true, 
Nothing can e’er entice to wrong, 
Life’s rugged pathway through. 

Earth’s great temptations bring the test, 
They prove whate’er we lack, 

But standing always for God’s best, 

We reap rich treasures back. 

This firm resolve doth mold this life, 

And makes it shine with light, 

That draws and lifts each yearning one. 
Seeking to shun sin’s blight. 

Like a torch light through night’s shadows, 
Your life’s true record’s been, 

And through your honor path on earth, 
Many you’ve led to Him. 

Oh, dear heart, so true and noble, 

Thine honor is thy crest, 

Thy life crown ever brighter, 

God gives through you His best! 


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LIFE’S SILVER CORD IS BROKEN. 


In Loving Memory of 
Father Cecil. 
June, 1881. 


T HE Pillar of our flock has gone, 

The hand that led is still, 

But one he loved will soothe our hearts 
Jesus his place will fill. 

God knew the love that bound us here, 

And held us close together, 

Would draw us nearer Heaven too, 

And hence, He called him thither. 

But ere “The silver cord was loosed. 

Or ere the bowl was broken,” 

He brought him to His own dear feet, 

That He might claim the token. 

Emptied the dear loved casket, 

Filled it with holy oil, 

And forth from its broken edges. 

Came essence, sweet balm to all. 

O, henceforth, may we all follow. 

By mercy in safety kept, 

And holding the cross together, 

May we meet as we were left. 

May our circle ne’er be broken, 

But freed from earth’s sad tears, 

All safely anchored in Jesus, 

Ours be Eternity’s years! 


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WOMAN’S FIDELITY. 


Dedicated, To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. Mary Davis Irvine, 
Danville, Ky. 


Written when the Daughters of the Confederacy Erected a 
Monument over our Confederate dead. 



OMAN, perfect from God’s hand, 
Born to suffer more than man. 


Her’s to love, yet live without it, 

Her’s to trust, though hope be blighted. 

Born to keep the hearth fires glow, 

If no reaping still must sow. 

Born to help the world and bless, 

E’en to make life nothing less. 

Her’s to make lips murmur prayer, 
Though oft sunken in despair. 

Whispering ever faith and love, 

Pointing hope to joys above. 

Born to tune all hearts aright, 

Thus to guide the spirit’s flight. 

She, the noblest work of all, 

Answers every echoing call. 

Lends her brain, her heart, her hand, 
Soothes the woes of every land. 


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Rearing now a shaft of stone, 

Stranger’s graves she claims her own. 

For she knows the Gray and Blue, 

Were all heroes brave and true. 

And she sees ’tis love at last, 

That doth heal all sorrows past. 

Wafted from God’s Love Divine, 

Given her to build Home’s Shrine. 

Woman’s mission, woman’s soul, 

Through these lines I here have told. 

Now a precious life I give, 

That Fidelity doth live. 

Through her walk with us on earth, 

Shines each type of woman’s worth. 

Through her heart and through her hand, 
She doth reach each mission land. 

Brave and faithful to each trust, 

She hath blest the whole world thus! 


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ECHOES OF CHILDHOOD. 


Dedicated To My Dear Niece 
Mrs. Charles Dickens Dunn, 
Hendersonville, Tenn. 


O H, ECHOES of our childhood’s years! 

Fraught e’er with sweetest dreams. 
When life knew naught but sunny hours, 
And dealt in joyous themes, 

Ye oft do bring such memories rare, 

Of joys gone by for us, 

I linger with you unawares. 

Till tears come in a rush. 

And then I brush them all aside. 

Taking the seed they’ve sown. 

And weigh in God’s eternal plan. 

The fruits that they have borne. 

It is not always brightest hours. 

That bear the richest fruit, 

But shadows there, like pictures fair. 

Bring out the lights of truth, 

Let’s weep not then o’er echoes sweet, 

But veil with love the past. 

And pressing onward, upward still 
We’ll reap true joys that last! 


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LOVE’S GREETING THROUGH THE ROSE. 


To My True Friend 
Mrs. Jerry C. Caldwell, 
Danville, Ky. 


O NLY a rose from a hand of love, 

Yet, like the stars that shine above. 
Oh, may its beauty and fragrance rare, 
Cast o’er the night a radiance fair. 

When morning’s glory doth shine anew. 

And sweetest dreams have come to you. 
May just one breath from this blossom fair. 
Waft you love’s perfume through the air. 

And if life’s twilight shadows nearing. 

Come with our pathways far apart. 

Love’s sweetest perfume linger bearing 
My Soul’s blessing to thy true heart. 

God’s hand hath given thy love so true. 

To cheer and bless my past years through. 
You, my Rose from His Garden of Love, 

Bloom for me till my call above. 


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GENTLENESS. 


Dedicated To My Dear Cousin 
Miss Amie Barret, 
“Cherokee Park,” 
Louisville, Ky. 


A BREATH of sweetness on Life’s way, 
A flower so pure and fair, 

Words can but vanish as I write. 
Telling its beauties rare! 

In each heart a picture lingers. 

When this dear name is read. 

Sweetest thoughts are round it woven, 
Whate’er my pen hath said! 

She is light through earth’s deep shadows. 

As rainbow in life’s storm. 

Through the help she gives earth’s needy. 
She brightens each day’s dawn. 

A life so pure and spotless— 

That naught can touch to mar, 

And gentleness, sweet Christian grace, 

Doth bless both near and far. 

O, woman’s gentle help to earth, 

And how it stills life’s strife. 

Her gentleness doth make her great. 

In every walk through life. 


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LIGHTING CHRIST’S TORCHES. 


Dedicated To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. George Bruce, 
Philadelphia, Penna. 


G ENTLY, so gently she moves all the day, 

Quietly gliding through life all the way, 

Yet seeing clearly through eyes all divine. 
Sin-broken life lines her heart’s love can bind. 

Oft through the stillness of dark prison walls, 

Her gentle hand reacheth answering sad calls, 

A beacon light lifting pointing the way, 

Back to the homes where the hardened did stray. 

O, merciful God, to plant in this breast, 

A yearning and effort to soothe and to rest, 

E’en those so fallen and sunken in sin, 

Hopes are not cherished new life to begin. 

A beautiful life work far from earth’s din, 

Lighting Christ’s torches, in dungeons of sin, 

Follow each message that her fingers trace. 

Blessing a thousand fold, Merciful grace. 

Till blind eyes shall open, till peace be theirs. 

Because of the Christ-love, plead through her prayers. 


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BRAVERY EVER WINS. 


Greeting To My Dear Niece 
Mrs. Nannie T. Johnson, 
Paris, Ky. 


W HAT can I say to you, brave heart? 
Life meeting every call; 

I cannot bid you courage take, 
For that you show through all. 

You’ve made toil sweet that life has sent, 
By taking fearless hold, 

You meet its battles all the way, 

With strong and Christian soul. 

You brave life’s storm though every blast. 
You ne’er look back on blight, 

But marching onward ever still. 

Prove soldier in life’s fight. 

You’ve ever worn a breastplate pure. 

Of righteousness divine, 

Through it you conquer all the way. 
Through it you victory find. 


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THE HANDMAID OF THE LORD. 


Greeting to My Dear Friend 
Mrs. John Quisenberry, 
Danville, Ky. 


G OD’S tender mercy plans for all, 

In ordering this great world, 

He ne’er withholds a message sweet. 
His hand can e’er unfurl. 

To soothe earth’s sick, make glad earth’s poor, 
To bless both young and old, 

Through love He sent, His Handmaid fair, 
Rich blessing to unfold. 

Sweet charity within her heart, 

Truth’s seal upon her brow, 

She waits not for some future day, 

She bears love’s message now! 

She scatters it, where e’er she goes, 

Into each darkened home, 

She casts a ray of Love Divine, 

Sent from our Father’s throne. 

Fount of Love, Thy heart hath given, 

This Handmaid with true soul, 

That through her walk with Thee on earth, 
She lead all to Thy fold! 


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TRANSPLANTED. 


In Loving Memory of My Dear Friend 
Mrs. B. C. Hagerman. 

May, 1912. 


W HILE some flowers bloom we must e’er wait, 
And linger watching there, 

That all our efforts through the years, 
Bring us one blossom fair. 

There are others bloom so quickly, 

So soon their blossoms fall, 

’Tis only a breath of sweetness. 

That we can e’er recall. 

God’s flowers all, where e’er they bloom, 

He scatters everywhere, 

But sweetest flowers He e’er hath sent, 

Are those with spirit fair. 

Oh, this His flower glorious, 

That bloomed in any air, 

And gave to earth from every soil. 

Its richest fragrance rare. 

Sweetest flower, to my life given, 

Blooming without a blight, 

Cheering me onward all the way. 

Ever my heart’s delight. 

So rich and pure its perfume was, 

Throughout life’s fleeting years, 

God needed it in Paradise, 

And plucked it through our tears. 


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ANCHORED. 


To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. Alexander Campbell, 
Bethany, West Va. 


S OMETIMES we meet a type of life. 
That proves beyond all doubt, 
The stamp of our Creator— 
Through its purity and worth! 

Ever strong, yet ever tender, 

Humble, yet in spirit bold, 

Every test that hath been given, 

Proves she’s anchored in God’s fold. 

Many lives her love hath sheltered, 

Many weary hearts made strong, 
Pointing all to safer moorings, 

As their life boats drift along. 

E’en death’s Angel claiming treasures, 
From this heart her soul doth prove. 
That her steadfast faith is anchored, 

On “The Rock that none can move.” 

She, who’s conquered all earth’s battles, 
Made faith triumph to the last, 

Shines a beacon light to others, 

That they too, safe anchors cast. 


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TRUE COURAGE KNOWS NO FAILURE. 


Dedicated to My Dear Friend, 
Miss Harriet McCoy, 
Indianapolis, Ind. 


A S DISAPPOINTMENTS come to all, 
Throughout life’s warfare ever, 
How sweet to have a fount of hope, 
That faileth dark hours never, 

In all our winding ways of life, 

True courage presses onward, 

It sees new light always ahead, 

It looks not down but upward. 

It knows no fear it meets all toil, 

Passing all danger by— 

It gilds each busy hour with cheer, 

Making dull moments fly-— 

It shows a purpose in each step, 

It sees a goal at last, 

It lifts man to a higher plane, 

O’er disappointments past. 

Oh, courage great, in this dear life. 

Has been her guiding star, 

For through it hath her noble heart. 
Pushed hard toil’s gates ajar. 

She has made them bright and shining, 

To many young lives fair, 

She has made for them toil easy, 

Revealing beauties there, 

She has lifted heavy burdens 
From school life through each day. 

By meeting every duty— 

With courage all the way. 

Oh, what sweet memories ever, 

Her life will leave behind, 

Through noble courage taught them, 

May all great victories find! 


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A WILD FLOWER GREETING. 
To 

Mrs. David R. Breed, 

“The Cedars” 

West Wequetonsing, Mich. 
August 3, 1907. 


Y E HILLSIDES that are laden, 

With wild flowers’ bloom to-day. 
Give freely of your essence. 

To waft o’er Traverse Bay. 

For by its banks a winsome. 

Happy, joyous bride, 

Will greet within “The Cedars,” 

Dear friends from far and wide. 

No marble walls are needed, 

All decked with carvings rare, 

When lakeside joys enchanting, 

Are scattered everywhere. 

Pine bonfires light the twilights, 

Make sweet incense rare— 

While moonbeams kiss the waters, 

And leave but pathways fair. 

Within the home’s an Eden, 

For love tones fill the air, 

As heart to heart gives welcome. 

To bride and groom most fair. 

So now from all the woodlands, 

From flowers and ferndells sweet. 
We’d gather nature’s treasures, 

And cast them at their feet. 

While over all we’d whisper, 

Whose sweetest joys we share, 

A prayer for Heaven’s blessing 
To linger ever there! 


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HUMILITY. 


(Truly The Fruit Of The Spirit ) 
Mrs. Mary H. Bruce, 
Danville, Ky. 


O F ALL the fruits of spirit pure, 
The rarest one yet found— 

Is a heart so truly humble, 
Forgets self praise to sound. 

To walk so near the Master’s side, 
Dwell with Him day by day, 

That she like Him, seeks not for self. 
But for others joy alway. 

Oh, what a grand example this. 

In the ’midst of selfish pride, 

To sacrifice for good of all, 

Yet want no praises wide. 

Oh, memory precious, when life’s o’er. 
To know sure there’ll be found, 

Her cross she bore with patience sweet. 
Laid down, for Heaven’s Crown. 


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THE TIE OF PRAYER. 


Greeting To My Dear Niece 
Mrs. Thomas Barbee Talbott, 
Louisville, Ky. 


T O MY heart forever treasured, 

After words of prayer so pure, 
Tie of Heaven e’er to bind us, 

Long as we shall trust Him sure. 

Oh, how helpful, what a Love tie, 

It has proven in our lives! 

And how often we can breathe it, 

As time passing swiftly flies. 

Prayer the sweetest of all earth ties, 

For it shines with Heaven’s hue, 

How it bathes our hearts in sorrow, 

With a mystic living dew! 

We can ne’er forget its soothing, 

When to us earth’s shadows fell, 

How it touches hearts to strengthen, 
Grand life records ever tell! 

May God keep you, e’er His tower, 

Of sweet strength through prayer to all, 
May your life work, grand and precious, 
Still bless earth, till Heaven’s call. 


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SENT TO SWEETEN CHILDHOOD'S LIFE. 


Dedicated To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. W. Owen McIntyre, 
Danville, Ky. 


H ER hands with gentleness and grace, 

Doth soothe like balm, sweet childhood’s face, 
Sent to the earth to brighten days, 

Give childhood’s life oft sweeter lays. 

Her mind plans, too, from mountain peaks, 

Giving pure thoughts when e’er she speaks. 
Throwing new light on every play, 

To gladden hours throughout each day. 

When twilight comes, she whispers sweet, 

And e’er makes childhood’s joy complete. 

She opens door to Fairy land, 

Tells how they trip on ocean strand. 

When the sweet curfew bells doth ring. 

She tells of how the angels sing, 

Till childhood’s lips are full of prayer, 

And dream land brings bright visions fair. 

Never a grander work than this 
In giving childhood, days of bliss. 


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OUR SNOW FLAKE. 


r A Birthday Letter To My Dear Little Granddaughter 
Emma Talbott Embry. 

March 23, 1912. 


L ITTLE darling, precious darling, 
Lovely treasure of our home, 

How I long to keep thee near me, 
Wheresoever I may roam! 

On this day our sunbeam darling, 

Flitting here and flitting there, 

Kissing Mother, kissing Brother, 

Casteth sunshine everywhere. 

How I long to catch the accents 
Of thy loving words so dear! 

And to hear the soft sweet music 
As thy laughter ripples clear! 

How I picture dimpled elbows, 

As around my neck you’d cling! 

Oh, the dear and sacred memories, 

That this day shall ever bring! 

Gentle snowflakes round us gather, 

Pure and white as angels are. 

Just the same as fell around us, 

When you came to bless us there! 

And the white life they hath given, 

To our darling angel fair, 

Blesses every heart it touches, 

Like a benediction rare. 

With these snow flakes I am sending. 
Words of Love, heart throbs of prayer, 
That His holy angels shower, 

Every joy you long for there! 

May they guide thy footsteps ever, 

That they dash against no stone, 

Ever leading onward, upward, 

To our Father’s great white Throne! 


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EASTER MORN. 


O PERFECT day*, by all earth blest, 

O, day of joy, and of heart rest! 
Bright flowers bloom and render fair, 
Because of new life lingering there. 

The day that bids all darkness pass, 

The day of hope that e’er shall last, 

Its new life message is for all, 

Casting a rainbow o’er man’s fall. 

Marking the Resurrection Morn. 

A glory lingers o’er its dawn, 

O, day of all, by Love made bright, 
Through promise of Eternal Life. 

Our Christ its glorious new life breath, 
Through supreme triumph over death. 


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HAPPINESS. 


Dedicated, To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. Robert Harding, 
Danville, Ky. 


B EAUTIFUL life, oh, spirit fair, 

Casting o’er earth a fragrance rare! 
How memory brings all back to me. 

As here alone I dream of thee! 

It’s not earth’s joy thy heart doth crave. 

But making other sad hearts brave. 

For this is happiness above 

All else, when one has true Christ love. 

It’s through His love and His alone, 

That happiness doth bless a home. 

It’s seeking power through Him always, 

That we give others happy days. 

Oh, you the secret true have found, 

While others search this wide world round, 
Hearts need not seek it, but shall find, 

When to our Lord their lives they bind. 
Where e’er on earth your walk shall be, 

His crown of happiness waits thee! 


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FAITH PERFECTED. 


In Loving Memory 

OF 

Mrs. Elizabeth Lillard Erwin. 
November, 1911. 


A SLAVE to life’s duties—hard work was her realm, 
Through it her great spirit its energies quelled, 
And the close of each day as it drifted to night, 
Was measured in worth by eternal Truth’s light. 

While great was her effort and fervent her prayer. 

That each day succeeding be rendered most fair! 

The world of sweet melodies so thrilled her soul, 

It smoothed out life’s roughness, bade music unfold, 

Till the shadows of earth seemed wafted away, 

As joy filled her heart through its glories each day. 

A life always loyal to those she held dear, 

She lived but to teach them high purposes clear. 

And through its deep shadows of suffering and care, 

Each day, still reflected but patience and prayer. 

How oft we shall turn to these lessons so dear, 

That pointed the gleam of hope’s star ever clear, 

And when our own barques shall drift nearer death’s shore. 
May faith be our watchword as her’s was of yore, 
That when Heaven’s call shall fall on our ears. 

We too greet with smiles the last of earth’s tears. 


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THE LOVE OF JESUS. 


Dedicated to My Dear Friend 
Mrs. Emie Bent Goodloe, 
St. Louis, Mo. 


O F ALL the beautiful stories, 

That lie in the heart’s deep well, 
The one of the Love of Jesus, 

Our hearts long most to tell. 

His Love was deeper, than rivers. 

Higher than mountains high, 

Wider than broad blue Ocean— 

Too grand for human eye. 

Only hearts that have felt it, 

Can know what its meaning is! 

Only the souls e’er seeking, 

Can know the joy it gives. 

Far in the dim past it reacheth, 

All of the present it holds, 

Spans earth and Heaven and points us, 
Eternity’s home for souls. 

It casts to the winds all sorrows, 

Buries them all in one grave, 

Holds up the Rainbow of promise, 

Tells of a Father to save. 

Let us then echo its promise, 

Let us then live it in life, 

Tell it then, plead it to dear ones, 

To help through life’s weary strife! 


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MY CHILDHOOD’S FRIEND. 


Birthday Greeting to My Dear Friend 
Mrs. Charles Gaitskill, 
Lexington, Ky. 


S WEET friend of mine from our childhood. 
One whose trhe love I can trust, 

One who hath soothed life’s shadows, 
Whose worth has been proven thus; 

A heart whose bright sunshine ever, 

Gives naught but its cheer to all, 

May only life’s sweetest memories 
Be yours this day to recall, 

And as we count years together, 

Marching to three-score and ten, 

I pray that God’s richest blessings, 

Be yours at our journey’s end. 

May the glory of life’s sunset, 

Repay you for all earth’s care, 

May the seeds of love you’ve scattered. 

Bring you richest harvest there, 

May all your heart holds the dearest, 

Each one be lingering near, 

Giving sweet proof on each birthday 
Of love for this Mother dear. 


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PATIENCE. 


Dedicated To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. E. F. Kincaid, 
Danville, Ky. 


I T TAKES a brave heart to be patient, 
Patience is a woman’s crown, 

It makes her whole life sweeter, better, 
Blessing all where e'er she’s found. 

It puts to shame all needless anger. 

It leaves a lesson there— 

And points all a safer pathway 
Where sweet patience fruit doth bear. 

Oh, the memory of true patience, 

How each life should this trait bless. 
Without stings to mar our friendships. 

How sad hearts can trust and rest. 

Gentle heart, so true, so tender, 

Through the years I’ve held you dear. 
How this memory lingers shining, 

Through all shadows, with sweet cheer. 


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STEPS TO THE SKY. 


To My Dear Little Daughter 
Bessie Owsley Cecil. 
Answers To Her Questions at Melrose. 


H OW far up to the sky. Mother? 

How far up to the sky? 

I would I were a bird to-night. 

Oh, would that I could fly! 

I 

It is just a little way off. 

Only a few steps up. 

Could we not place a ladder there? 

Oh, let me, it would touch! 

Touch where the stars are out to-night, 
Touch where the moon stands there, 
Touch where the sun shines all day long. 
Touch where the angels are. 

I want to stand away up there. 

And see what Heaven is; 

I want to look at Jesus, too, 

And ask if I am His. 

I want to walk on golden streets. 

Open the gates of pearl; 

Oh, don’t you think they’d let me in. 

Let in a little girl? 

And if I can’t go up to-night. 

How long will it be then? 

Before I know it, just how far, 

Oh, tell me how and when? 


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How far to the sky, did you ask, 

How far up to the sky? 

Only a few steps up, you say, 

And “would that you could fly?” 

A few it true may be, my child, 

The ladder it is life; 

The only steps to take you there, 

Are those of good and right. 

Hour by hour you are going up, 

Yes, as the days go by, 

Just as you let the good deeds drop, 
They are steps to the sky. 

They will be as the stars to you; 

They will shine as the sun, 

They will bring, as the moon brings out, 
Light when the day is done. 

As you scatter your love down here, 
Just as you fill your hours, 

So you will know what Heaven is, 

So be among His flowers. 

The way to open pearly gates, 

Turn you the key of prayer; 

God’s own voice will welcome you— 
Angels will waft you there. 


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“GOD BLESS YOU." 


Dedicated To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. H. J. Eckols, 

Troy, Alabama. 


O DEAR old friend of long ago, 
My comfort and heart’s pride, 
The love that ever lingered near, 
When sorrow did abide, 

Sweet memories chime like holy bells, 
That linger on the air, 

Leaving a picture in my heart, 

That glows with beauty rare. 

The years can never take from me. 
These visions of the past, 

But sweetest, dearest memories stay. 
As long as life shall last! 

What can I say, my faithful friend, 
How write my love for thee? 

Only the wealth of Love Divine, 

Can e’er your portion be! 

I can only pierce the silence, 

With prayer for May and thee, 

I can only say, “God Bless You,” 

Pray this His answer be! 


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LOVE’S TRIBUTE. 


To My Dear Friend 
Mrs. James K. Sumrall. 


W ORDS, oh, words—where are ye? 
To help me heal the woe, 

That shadows now the hearthstone, 
Of loved ones at my door. 

A husband’s heart is bleeding. 

The light of home has gone, 

Young manhood’s strength is shattered, 

A Mother’s love hath flown. 

A little child stands sobbing, 

Beside the empty chair, 

Mother, Mother, where art thou? 

Oh, speak and tell me where! 

Grandma worn and weary— 

Almost through with care, 

Clasps her hands in silence— 

Nothing left, but Prayer. 

Home’s brightest joys are saddened. 

Yield but a shadowed light, 

The very winds seem sighing. 

For Mother, child and wife. 


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Words cannot all be empty, 
Surely ye have some balm, 

The name of Christ our Saviour, 
Hath greatest power to calm. 

He speaks in this great sorrow, 

“ Tis I, be not afraid.” 

I, who claim your loved one, 
She lives, she is not dead! 

With death so cold and pulseless, 
Her spirit life begins, 

With it the flood gates open, 

But admit no pain nor sin. 

Only a night of sorrow. 

Ended in perfect day, 

Only an Angel Mother, 
Pointing, leading the way. 

Her’s is but joy and gladness. 
Chanting her praises sweet, 

There at the feet of Jesus, 

She waits loved ones to greet. 


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THROUGH THE DISTANCE. 


Greeting To My Dear Friend 
Miss Mary Moore Holmes, 
Zion City, Ill. 


T HROUGH the distance I am reaching, 
A hand of love from home. 

Ever through the swift years passing, 
We claim you as our own. 

Distance cannot change our heart throbs. 

Nor can time our fond love still, 

Hearts that touch so true in worship, 

These can nothing ever chill. 

Through the distance you have wafted, 

Love to cheer me, o’er and o’er. 

And how often I am breathing, 

That “God bless you,” more and more! 

May He make you always happy. 

Sweetest joys your cup oft fill. 

And through every trying hour, 

Love so sure be your stay still. 

May your faithful heart ne’er falter, 

In its strong trust day by day; 

May its consecration bring thee 

God’s best gifts throughout life’s way. 


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A FOUNT OF CHEER. 


Dedicated To My Dear Friend 
Miss Katherine Winston, 
Washington, D. C. 


S O MANY weary paths in life, 

And many faint hearts sore, 

That need a fount of strength and cheer, 
To bless them o’er and o’er, 

With wise and steady counsel sweet. 

To smooth their rugged way, 

A heart reflecting Heaven’s peace, 

Through every stormy day. 

O, wonderful, this Christian poise. 

That crowns this faithful heart, 

Who e’er can point the way to all, 

Through every hour dark. 

It’s like a lighthouse on the way, 

Showing which path to go. 

It’s like a trusted pilot’s hand. 

Pulling a ship to shore. 

Oh, sweet her mission here on earth, 

To calm life’s troubled sea, 

And quiet every restless heart, 

Teaching it trust in Thee. 


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BIRTHDAY GREETINGS. 


To My Dear Young Friend 
Miss Nannie Louise Best, 
Millersburg, Ky. 
August, 1913. 


B LESSINGS on thee, sweet friend, I pray, 
God’s blessing on thee all the way, 
And on this day from out each year. 
May no earth shadows e’er draw near, 

But sunshine ever in thy heart, 

Drift from thee clouds where e’er thou art, 
May fond true hearts join in the lay, 

Chanting it ever, blessed day! 

May each birthday in every year. 

Bring Heaven’s light and Heaven’s cheer. 
And as God binds and holds them fast, 

May He o’er all His blessing cast, 

Till each year with such glory shine, 

He’ll give you crown of life divine! 


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CHRISTIAN ENERGY. 


Dedicated To My Dear Friend 
Miss Lyda Anderson, 
Danville, Ky. 


I T’S beautiful to see on earth, 

Dear hands that never tire, 

That keep right on in faithful work. 
Though oft it means fierce fire. 

It gives a power to every touch, 

Like flows a mighty river. 

It’s mettle in the heart and hand, 

Through God, the gracious giver. 

Lending strong will to every task, 

She counts no hours dreary, 

But points to earth, God’s “Eagle wings,” 
“To work and not be weary.” 

She soars above each hard hour’s toil, 
Reaping from all some lesson, 

And through her efforts beautiful, 

She gives to earth rich blessing. 


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FRIENDSHIP’S HAND, THAT TEMPERED OUR 
STORM. 


In Loving Memory of 
Mrs. Leonard G. Edelen, 
Danville, Ky. 


A DEAR heart responsive to sorrow is stilled! 

But her lessons through life are with memories filled, 
That shall comfort and cheer all she loved best, 

And lift up Earth’s weary and point them to rest. 

Her own life was checkered with sunshine and shade. 
Hence, the lesson was taught the joy that love gave. 

And well we remember how sweet she made earth, 
Soothing our anguish in shades round our hearth! 

Oh, billows of sorrow, it lightens your foam! 

When gentle hands temper the storms as we roam! 

And down in the valleys where cold hearts ne’er reach, 
How deep was the Christ-love that bade her go teach. 
That none are so humble, that none are so brave, 

But each need the other to comfort and save! 

Oh, this was the lesson her own suffering taught, 

And this was the blessing to our lives she brought. 

To wait not for murmur, to need not a tear, 

But linger for Christ’s sake, for His sake draw near. 

As thus she did sow, her own hands did reap— 

Each cup of cold water His blessing did meet. 

And as through the valley of death she did glide, 

This Pilot she trusted kept close by her side. 

Till gently, so gently, Life’s silver cord broke, 

She wakened in Heaven ere death watchers spoke. 

Oh, soul that on pinions of love doth now soar! 

We cling to and treasure these memories of yore! 

And like as the echo of harp strings afar, 

They soothe and shall guide us to Gates now Ajar! 


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CHASING THE CLOUDS THAT GATHER. 


A Greeting To My Dear Friend 
Miss Katherine Elizabeth McClane, 
Danville, Ky. 

1880. 


L ET the joy that’s now so shadowed 
Rise from its night of grief, 

Let the heart that’s now so restless 
Still cling to its belief! 

Remember ’tis the shadow— 

That shows there is a sun, 

Remember, too, that storms must pass 
Ere rainbows are begun. 

The sun must still be shining, 

Though oft thy path seems drear. 

Our Saviour’s face still smiling. 

His loving mercy near. 

Lay ever aside all drooping. 

Take up life’s armor new, 

For with his help the victory 
May come ere morning’s dew. 

And then in the far-off future 
Look on the days of yore. 

Viewing the sorrow only— 

As mist on distant shore. 

Clinging ever to the brightness 
Then shrouded from your view. 

All through God’s mercy given, 

To test if you were true! 


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UNSELFISH LOVE* 


{Faithfulness And Gratefulness Worthy of Our Imitation ) 


S OMETIMES man’s life suggests the brute, 
Sometimes the brute shows man, 

In dogs we see so much of soul, 

We cannot understand. 

But back of all creation, reigns 
The Giver of each light, 

When man will not His image show. 

He gives to lower life 
Some trait of worth and nobleness. 

Expressing faithfulness, 

And oft this humble silent life, 

Reflects true gratefulness. 

When all earth’s friends seem to depart. 
This one his place doth fill. 

When poverty lurks round man’s door. 

His dog is faithful still. 

He loves him better poor than rich, 

In sickness than in health, 

He seems to recognize for man, 

The nothingness of wealth. 

E’en though man’s gifts to this mute friend, 
And even smiles grow few, 

His dog will kiss the hand that fed, 

And watch his dark hours through. 


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He cannot speak, but looks it all. 

Out from his noble soul, 

These finer traits within his heart. 

Hath ne’er their story told. 

Save through a silent yearning deep, 

That lingers round man’s sleep, 

As true in death as through young life, 
When climbing mountains steep. 

And even then above all friends, 

With love’s unselfish mark, 

His night watch o’er man’s grave he keeps, 
Through all its shadows dark. 

These marks like man’s immortal spark, 

Are lessons to his soul, 

For each of these are true a part, 

Of what means purest gold. 

They stand the test when life’s at best, 

But greater far in gloom, 

They know no fail, but follow on, 

E’en to man’s silent tomb. 


* It was with hesitation that I included the poem above, in this 
collection, but did so, because of the lesson taught, through 
these worthy traits. 


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NEW YEAR’S GREETING. 


To My Far Away Friend 
Mrs. Leonard Merrill, 
Los Angeles, Cal. 
1910.' 


T IS sweet of you to dream of me, 

While so far, so far away. 

And sweeter still to wish me there, 

On each bright Christmas day. 

And as I dream of loving hearts, 

Cheering my sad years through, 

As memory turns love’s pages back, 

It straightway points to you. 

The cups of joy you ever gave, 

When wandering in strange lands. 

Your heart’s love that refreshed me, 

When on your burning sands. 

As you have sown, oh, may you reap. 
Throughout all glad New Years, 

May loving hands from faithful hearts, 

Wipe from your eyes all tears. 

Oh, may His benediction, so tender and so true, 
Pour on your life, each passing day, 

Rich blessing New Years through! 


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TO THOSE WHO FILL THE WANDERER’S CUP 


On Beautiful Sarasota Bay, Florida. 
March 15, 1910. 


Table Greeting at our Last Open Air Luncheon. 


T HE tourists to this Southern Land, 

Delight to go in pic-nic band, 

Join their hands and hearts together. 

Lift life’s cares for friend and brother. 

As oft we go on trips like this, 

Heads grow dizzy as wavelets kiss, 

But golden sunshine o’er the land, 

Bespeaks our joy on ocean strand. 

Then as we wander down the gulf, 

And with its shells our baskets puff, 

We lift our eyes and oft adore, 

The scenes that greet us from its shore. 
When late we turn and take our pack, 

We linger longing to go back, 

For in this land we find no bliss, 

To cheer and rest our hearts like this. 

Unto the leaders of our fun, 

We waft the blessing of “well done!” 

And though the chain we now must sever, 

We’ll hold you dear at heart forever. 

Each home that shelters, loves and cares, 

For stranger’s joy and makes it theirs, 

Doth light the torch of love anew, 

To cheer some heart its whole life through. 
And in our homes so far away, 

We’ll breathe your names in prayer each day. 
That as you fill the wanderer’s cup, 

God’s hand will heap your blessings up. 


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LOVE’S SONG. 


Written For A Valentine Luncheon. 
Dedicated To My Dear Niece 
Mrs. Walter Greening, 
Parsons, Kans. 


M AY some echo of the lay. 

Sung by meadow lark this day, 
Fill each heart as here we meet, 
With some memory, fond and sweet. 

Of a song not long ago, 

Sung in accents soft and low. 

Claiming oft an answer sweet, 

Casting blessings at dear feet. 

May this day from out our years, 

Count but joy, and never tears, 

The present one, rich treasures hold. 

Of love’s story sweetly told. 

What two lives may yield each other. 
What the bliss of years together, 

Of the cups oft filled with blessing, 

From true love fond hearts confessing. 

May this key-note of love’s song, 

Echo through life’s journey long. 

Like the meadow larks in flight, 

Sweeter grow from Heaven’s light. 

Then when waves of sorrow press, 

Love’s sweet song will soothe to rest, 
Rising, soaring o’er earth’s care, 

^ Leaving only hearts-ease there! 


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WHERE MONEY IS GOD. 


W E PITY him so lonely. 

In dusk of summer’s eve, 

His home a shattered castle, 

With only money’s ease. 

Life could have brought love’s jewels, 
Glory of all things fair, 

But in his shattered castle, 

No room for treasures there. 

The God he loved was Mammon, 

The dreams he dreamed were rare, 

But as life’s shadows lengthen, 

He finds no solace there. 

Man never serves two masters. 

How e’er his earth life craves, 

There comes an hour that echoes, 

One sinks, the other saves. 

The stamp of the Creator, 

Still lingers in his breast, 

The God who gave it hungers. 

To soothe this heart to rest. 

While drifting, ever drifting, 

Through madness of his choice, 

Pangs that come through conscience sting. 
Are echoes of God’s voice. 

Stirring ever holier longings. 

That this world can not fill, 

And creating aspirations, 

That money cannot still. 

Pleading, ever pleading— 

For triumph of His love, 

Pointing, ever pointing— 

A better home above. 


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NOT FOR OURSELVES, BUT FOR OTHERS. 


W HAT is life that we should cherish, 
Anything but golden fruit? 

Let’s look up around above us, 
Scatter forth our love and truth! 

It is but the canvas given 

Through God’s plan to paint our fate. 

It is but the mirror furnished 
To reflect our Saviour’s grace. 

Then as painters on that canvas, 

Let us note each stroke we make. 

Keeping e’er in mind the mirror, 

Make naught but a perfect trace. 

His the life for our example, 

His the pathway we must tread. 

Never doubting, never fearing, 

If the way that Jesus led. 

Then no matter how yon Heaven, 

Seem to us so far away, 

We shall reap its richest treasures. 

If we walk with Christ each day! 

Self was not His watchword ever. 

But sweet balm to other hearts, 

Not for self, but life to others, 

Hath He borne death’s cruel darts, 

Then ’tis self that we must buiy— 

From its grave true life begin, 

Striving, climbing, cleansing ever, 

Heart and hands to walk with Him, 
Through earth’s vale of sorrow passing, 

Up its mountain path of thorns, 

Keeping in His footsteps ever— 

Trusting for Celestial morns, 

Though our cross like His be heavy, 
Though our life blood we must give. 
Hear, Oh, God, my humble pleading, 

Still may we for others live! 


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